Bloody and wan (Claudius)
How would I endure it if, bloody and wan,
The slaughtered came to me in sleep,
All those mourning spirits, and began
Around me to weep?
Matthias Claudius, from "War Song"
Labels: poetry
How would I endure it if, bloody and wan,
The slaughtered came to me in sleep,
All those mourning spirits, and began
Around me to weep?
Matthias Claudius, from "War Song"
Labels: poetry
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